I know I must have hurt you, caused you pain.
More, I know that I have lost your trust.
I wish I had that moment back again.
To pulverize my carlessness and lust.
Sometimes we have to lose what we most cherish
To understand how much we are in need.
We play with life until we nearly perish
To dare the darkness, though within we bleed.
I need you as the Sun must have a rose
To turn its empty radiance to glory,
Or as a nation needs someone who knows
The secrets of its long-forgotten story.
I know my need of you more than before;
Thus for my trespass you many trust me more.
Author: Nicholas Gordon
I read this tonight. Unbeliveable how much I wish I could hear these words spoken to me.